marazion evening

evening weeps

softened rain, fox

stealth does not

disclose itself

lay-by listening

where trains

earthworm by

bringing elsewhere

a murmur of, a

a salt slow gasp,

reeds are in sinew

lengths and a

refusal of spider-

webs, uncurl oh

browse of stars

one flame after

another such

distant silver,

edges of dreams

meniscus edges -

hidden otherness,

it’s the view i seek

most, tonight quarter

gnawed moon

views from this

rained thru out

eye obscures,

no shade dances -

alone and multiples,

a handful first then

a compliant river, dark

does its shrouds

streetlights marooned

where the mount gulps

as a giant thru the gauze

of drizzle, thru incoming veils

more loneliness more

ever alone, out there

darkness is unknown,

a reflection back thru

the ink nudged glass

a copy of myself staring

outwards where seems

nothing is nothing

clouds perform in

thickened dresses

and re-position until

entire blackens

weeping has retreated,

wet heirs re-glisten re-

kingdom, barns, slouched

houses, crouched leviathans

let the mind’s stride

continue its feathers, hasn’t

the oak swayed enough?

and prey chased too much?

upon hearing shells in the

stubborn distance like a soothing

almost, like surf slurring, tumbling

in from lots of fountains

these nearby marshes where

the swans are unconscious

and the starlings enrobed,

small as shadows, dashes

a stream that leads to words

as the bulrushes fissle, where

the moon’s ointment doesn’t

quite spill as is crab like circled

evening embellishes funerals,

gone at the window gone has

light, atop the mount is immense, a

confusion of haloes, purple tonight

there are other worlds where dreaming incites,

oh marazion where the mushrooms flatter,

the lane is considered as the past

where the autumn of so many lives

are already spoken aftermaths

sleep’s tongue

here at the

stair’s width

its back like

a snake twists

right angled

upwards

it has crept

toes, has a

door for a

mouth, a

skull for a

cot

ideas

chandelier

most, and

a tongue

slides over

like graveyard grease

it shivers

has the body

tuneful, whilst

touches go-

about deceitful,

early morning in cold wigs

these eyes

aren’t thawed

yet, a guest

is leaving its

regret, where

silent sweat pretends jewels

the lawn’s icy

dresses tired

incomplete frost

like a boy’s unfriendly

lament, i, him

far off as saturn

holes of waking

are compliant,

a room made

out of teardrops

made out of

alone